Sure, here is the translated text:
Zhao Baoyan slightly arched his body, staring at her face.
"I know you're not."
Fu Cai met his gaze, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say. She just woodenly replied, "How do you know?"
Zhao Baoyan smiled and pulled up a strand of her long hair, twirling it around his fingertip.
"I'm a man; I must at least know this much."
Fu Cai turned over, eyes fixed on him, "I..."
The smile on Zhao Baoyan's lips didn't fade, and there was a glow of satisfaction on his brows, "Really not going to wash?"
Why was he always so concerned about this?
Fu Cai couldn't hold her emotions, her eyes seemingly covered with a mist that hadn't yet cleared.
"Bo Yan, don't you mind at all?"
"Mind what?" Zhao Baoyan asked, still seeing her face tense, "Caicai, are you worried that I'm not the first?"
Zhao Baoyan clearly hadn't expected her to think this way.
"Are you blaming me for not keeping myself pure?"